The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

"Sir, is that you?!"

"Sir, you've finally arrived! Please save us!"

"Gantaline!"

"That bastard is so vicious! He hung us all up, put me down, I'm going to kill him!"

Inside the room, hearing the commotion outside, Lin Xiaoman began to struggle violently.

"Shut up!"

Enraged, Wen Jingyao conjured a long sword in the blink of an eye and slashed at Lin Xiaoman with extreme ruthlessness.

Chen Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he disappeared from the spot in the next moment.

When he reappeared, there was a clang, the sound of metal clashing, as he held the long sword between his two fingers.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed the distance and stood in front of Lin Xiaoman.

Without asking any further questions, he could guess the general outline of what had happened with just a glance.

"Can you withstand my Vajra Blade with your physical strength?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Wen Jingyao's furious face.

This is a magic weapon, and given his early Foundation Establishment stage, how did he manage to withstand it with his physical body?

"Who are you?!"

"A body cultivator from the Ancient Desolate Palace?"

Chen Xuan glanced at him coldly, "None of your business. Dead people don't need to know that much."

"Okay, okay!"

"You forced me to do this!"

"So what if he's a body cultivator from the Ancient Desolate Palace? Under the unparalleled swordsmanship of my ancestor, he can only kneel and beg for mercy!"

Wen Jingyao felt extremely contemptuous. He was always the one who looked down on others; there was no reason for others to look down on him.

hum!

As soon as he finished speaking,

A profound and distant sword intent slowly rose from his body, not fierce and violent, but profound and restrained, causing the surrounding air to gradually stagnate.

Even the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was suppressed by this sword intent.

He clenched his fists, his fingertips swirling with spiritual energy, and a long, ethereal sword, its body gleaming with a light, dark light and its lines ancient and dignified, slowly took shape in his palm.

The blade was covered with faint Dao patterns, which was the sword technique created by the Wen family patriarch, the Xuan Yi Cheng Tian Blade.

Upon seeing this, the young masters from the prominent families of Qingzhou present were instantly horrified, their expressions changing drastically, and they all trembled with shock.

"It's the Xuan Yi Cheng Tian Blade! A sword technique passed down from the Wen family patriarch!"

"I never expected the Wen family patriarch to be so strong. His past life was definitely not that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator!"

There are also distinctions among those who have reached the Nascent Soul stage. The difference in strength between those who have mastered supernatural powers and those who have not is enormous.

"With this wisp of Daoist essence enhancing him, Prince Wen is undoubtedly the number one among the younger generation in Qingzhou!"

"That hothead is dead meat today!"

Lin Xiaoman immediately stopped struggling and exclaimed in surprise, "Then the Wen family patriarch's previous life wasn't a rogue cultivator, but a great cultivator with a legitimate lineage?"

This strike didn't rely on insidious tricks or soul-corroding techniques; it was purely a powerful, layered downward pressure, balanced and peaceful, with boundless momentum.

This is a difficult situation.

The Wen family was even luckier than she had imagined!

Why is it that the Wen family patriarch was a reincarnation?

"The Xuan Yi Heaven-Bearing Blade?"

However, everyone present was so shocked that they didn't notice the change in Chen Xuan's expression at all.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he were recalling something from a long time ago.

Finally, he found that one scene among a jumble of memories.

"I vaguely remember this technique; I've broken it before."

It's a simple sentence, a straightforward statement, without surprises or excitement, just stating a given fact.

If it weren't for the words "Cheng Tian" in the name of the sword technique, he really wouldn't have been able to recall it.

Throughout Chen Xuan's long cultivation career, he broke countless supernatural abilities, too many to count.

"You've broken it before?"

"Hahaha, should I call you a delusional dreamer, or just wildly imaginative?!"

"Die!"

Wen Jingyao's voice was cold and hoarse as he raised his long sword and pointed it directly at Chen Xuan. The rage in his eyes was like a floodgate being opened, bursting forth in an instant!

The words fell.

He lowered his waist and twisted his hips, shifting his center of gravity, and swiftly moved towards Chen Xuan.

As he drew near, he twisted his waist, unleashing a smooth and upright blade path. His wrist shifted from slow to heavy, and his entire right arm, carrying the released intent of the blade, steadily slashed down from above.

Whoosh—Boom!

The dark black blade light transformed into a trailing mark, roaring and exploding!

The heavy downward pressure caused spiritual energy to dissipate layer by layer as it passed through, directly slashing down on Chen Xuan.

The sword's momentum was vast and its intent soared to the heavens, far exceeding the power that a Foundation Establishment cultivator should possess.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

That ancient and desolate sword shadow was so powerful that it shook everyone to their core, leaving no one unmoved.

"This swordsmanship is just passable; only a frog in a well like you would consider it a standard."

Despite the force of the blade, Chen Xuan still had the composure to offer a comment.

This caused Lin Xiaoman, who had blurted out a warning to be careful, to freeze in mid-air.

Sir...is this kind of swordsmanship not to your liking? Isn't that a bit too much?

The next moment, Chen Xuan's words and actions stunned everyone.

"I have the same slash in my hand; let's see if you dare to take it."

This Xuan Yi Cheng Tian Blade, seemingly righteous in its Daoist principles and lofty in its artistic conception, is actually greatly constrained by its own realm.

His Daoist intent was bound by rules and regulations. It seemed grand, but it was actually a result of deliberate craftsmanship, which he had long seen through.

sound off.

As he raised his hand, a blade shadow appeared in his palm with perfect precision.

No, no, the sword shadow he conjured was only the same in shape; the sword intent contained within it far surpassed that of Wen Jingyao's sword in terms of artistic conception.

"You...how do you know the Xuan Yi Cheng Tian Blade?!"

Wen Jingyao was instantly stunned.

"Something you can learn in one glance, anyone with hands can do it."

Before anyone could be shocked, Chen Xuan, with a calm expression, didn't even look at them before raising his hand and slashing back with his sword.

Raising his hand in unison, he unleashed the exact same Xuan Yi Cheng Tian Blade.

However, his strike abandoned the complex Daoist rhyme and the layers of artistic conception, disregarding rules and embellishments, and not seeking elegance or grandeur.

It captures only the most fundamental and unadorned essence of the sword, simple and straightforward, seemingly crude and unadorned, yet pointing directly to the essence of the sword's way.

The two sword energies of the same origin collided with a deafening roar!

Wen Jingyao's sword strikes were like lush branches encountering withered roots; they appeared magnificent and powerful, but their foundation was utterly shattered.

The vast Daoist aura collapsed in an instant, and the heavy downward pressure disintegrated.

He was deeply shocked and incredulous.

The powerful recoil spread from his arm throughout his body, causing his spiritual energy to stagnate, making it impossible for him to maintain his sword momentum.

Chen Xuan took half a step forward, guided the sword force with his fingertips, and with a gentle flick, snatched the Dao sword from his hand.

Then.

With a backhand stroke, he casually forced Wen Jingyao to his knees.

Before he even exerted any force, the residual momentum of the blade, with its immense power, shattered half of his body, causing him to cough up blood incessantly.

Chen Xuan stepped on him again, the blade against his neck, his voice indifferent: "Looks like you're a piece of trash, you can't handle this."

The same sword technique, one is bound by form, the other transcends form; the difference in skill is immediately apparent!

"Who...who are you?! How do you know my ancestor's sword techniques?!"

Wen Jingyao's face turned deathly pale, his anger froze, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"I already said it, it's something you can learn in one look."

"It should be an honor for him to allow me to use your ancestor's swordsmanship."

Chen Xuan's eyes were indifferent, and he said nothing more, raising his hand to kill the guy with a single blow.

In that instant, the jade pendant at Wen Jiayao's waist vibrated violently and emitted a burst of spiritual light.

An elderly figure with white hair and a disdainful gaze suddenly appeared in the air, carrying with him a sky full of sword aura.

Most strikingly, a scar remained on his face, resembling a cleaver, lying across his cheek, its sharpness even more pronounced.

"With me here, who dares to kill the heir of the Wen family?!"

His eyes were wide open in fury, his anger burning like fire.

This person is none other than the reincarnated ancestor of the Wen family!

The young men from prominent families were overjoyed; they were saved!